Our final episode of 1967 is not quite a dope parable, but it is about drug trafficking.
These plants look sad. I guess they need watering.
Heroin? Seriously?
Clark Howat is the boss this week.
The budget for season two must have been of the chain by Dragnet standards.
Here, we have a soundstage full of a whole entire crashed Cessna 140 plus three cars!
Yep. It's a soundstage with a freaking plane in it!
There is some mysterious and not-legal cargo aboard, surprise surprise.
It's those powder packets from the intro!
Gannon! We didn't know you could speak Spanish!
Entrega la mercancia como la otra vez al mismo lugar -- 5 de las mañana Miércoles.
(Deliver the goods as before at the same place - 5 of Wednesday morning.)
THOSE PRICES FOR POT AND HEROIN SOUND RATHER EXORBITANT
They dolly the camera RIGHT up to the car!
OK Nevermind, let's just go check out the plane rental place.
OK, back to the sound stages:
You're going to read some lines, I'm going to read some lines, the usual.
Do you understand?
I BETTER PUT MY COOL GLASSES ON
That's better.
Well, Door, it's just you and me again.
Here's our first reverse-projection driving sequence of the episode, 17 frames.
That's fancy driving.
Let's go wake up Bert Holland.
What a ham.
Enter our second night-driving reverse-projection assembly (seven frames):
Let's follow it up with the "driving past the Cluny scotch billboard" sequence:
It does beat the hell out of sequences driving to and from Parker Center.
Yes, pretty much a classic midcentury modern apartment house lobby but stripped way the hell down!
Well, we solved the case - those little plastic letters never line up straight.
3B David Johnson
3C M. Garner
3D Jerome Frank
3E P. Henderson
3F John Simon
2261 S. Lankershim Boulevard.
Blue accent wall, gold carpet...
Side chairs, fancy...umbrella stand?
DING DING
This carpet is so gold that it got it's own musical cue:
That is some godawful carpet.
It's fitting. The Lorraine Gary's character on the other side of the door is hella tragic.
HEY LADY CAN YOU TELL US WHERE TO FIND FRED VINCENT?
NOT RIGHT AWAY
I HAVE TO BE ALL TRAGIC FIRST
Hey lady, you know this place was once home to a bookmaker and the scene of an overdose?
THAT'S LOS ANGELES FOR YOU
TAKE A LESSON FROM PEGGY WEBBER
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
We are treated to both sides of the 76 Station drive-by pan.
That's so much neon. Wow. Hey, Joe, do us a favor and kick in a door!
WITH PLEASURE *kick*
FREEZE
THERE IS A PROSTHESIS ON THAT CHAIR
Wall art in this set seems to travel in pairs.
GENEVA CONVENTION! GENEVA CONVENTION!
Watch out, Joe. That drum lampshade is creeping up behind you!
One. Big. Gold. Flokati. Rug.
Look under this bag of pot bales. It's a portal to another world!
WHAT WHAT
Jack, your morality is a little heavy-handed.
Popping out of the bushes like STP!
EVERYBODY POLKA!
Y'know...or not.
Julian Burton, John Sebastian.
I'M SHAKING PAPER AT YOU
Just kiddin'.
I'M OUT
All suspects now serving their sentences in the state prison.
S2e16
Starred
Jack Webb as Sergeant Joe Friday
Harry Morgan as Officer Bill Gannon
Fred Vincent as Jerry Frank
John Sebastian as Peter Witmer - I love this guy! Later in the series, he plays a mobster!
Julian Burton as Wallace Shanklin
Lorraine Gary as (tragic) Mrs. Frank
Clark Howat as Captain Al Trembly
Steve Dunne as Fred Robertson
Elaine DeVry as Patricia Wingate
William Boyett as Sergeant Robert Forsen
Bert Holland as George Donaldson
Art Direction - Russell Kimball
Set Decor - John McCarthy & John Sturtevant
Costumes - Vincent Dee
Written by David H. Vowell
Aired 28 December 1967
I think the fancy "umbrella stand" is ash tray. I grew up in the 60's they were all over the place.
ReplyDelete1.) Another episode where they use the word "hinky."
ReplyDelete2.) What was that sound after the awakened guy slammed the door? Sounded like a gunshot!
3.) The Lp in front in the tragic woman's apartment is "The Man with the Golden Arm" soundtrack. Saul Bass design.
4.) Oh, yeah, I coulda said I bought the records for a friend. D'oh!
"Not Right Away...I have to be all tragic first" I'm so disappointed that I discovered this brilliant blog only after it has seemingly been abandoned. Come back, Suzy!
ReplyDeletethat shot of the light coming out from under the door on that cheap ass gold carpet. speaking of cheap, i have some shoes like joe's. it's all i have left of my work clothes. price? $38 in about 1992. probably $12 in '66. bill's cost a lot more.
ReplyDeletethe tragic lady lives in the apartment where blue boy ODd. they had to rent it to someone, bad karma and all.
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